Playing That Age Thing to the Hilt
Because it worked the last time
People ask me all the time, “What’s it like to be old?” Well, they don’t actually say it out loud, but the question is there, in their gaze — it’s either concern or horror, I don’t know, my eyes aren’t that good anymore.
It’s in their voices — loud, of course, and dimply-cheeked sweet. (Think Kindergarten teacher.)